#but if I get both it's like 120 bucks?

[thehalfbloodfreak]

Tempted to just buy Pikmin 4... and Pikmin 3? Has anyone played either of those before?

[leaslichoma]

Apparently in China peach wood (Along with the rest of the plant) is believed to have properties that repel evil spirits, a little similar to silver in European legends or iron for both European fae and West Asian/Middle eastern Jinn. Taoists sometimes keep swords made of peach wood because of this. This made me realize something. If you took a peach wood stick, and attached studs to it of both silver and iron you'd end up with a club or staff (or mace, flail etc.) that would have the weaknesses of many kinds of supernatural creatures while still retaining effectiveness as a normal weapon (peach is a hardwood and silver's poor edge retention doesn't matter for studs). You could even keep adding new stud materials to get something ridiculous that affects over 120 catalogued folkloric monsters. Since you just need a few little studs you could even get some really expensive materials like meteoric iron (a thumb tip sized meteorite can still cost like 10-20 bucks I think). I could somewhat feasibly make a weapon that affects every monster ever thought to walk the earth, from vampires and werewolves to jinn and jiangshi and even mankind.

[fairlyang]

Lucky⚔️🐺

imagine letting your boyfriends convince you to entertain one of their sick fantasies

w/c: 3K

pairing: ghostfaces!wadewilson&loganhowlett x gf!reader

tags: 18+ smut. a polycule, they’re both perverted AF, ghostface roleplay, hide n seek, predator & prey play, fear play, pain kink x2, knife play, stabbing them (bc they can regen), they asked for it n loveeee it, reallyyy getting into character, murder mention, teasing, dirty talk, stroking, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex (?), doggy, missionary, two creampies

a/n: it’s october ofc i had to do a ghostface fic 🤞🏼bro it was meant to be a ramble…. and oml i’m so tired

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it didn’t come as much of a surprise to you that your boyfriends both had a pain kink, it was something so obvious to anyone eyes. 

what was a surprise to you was the fact that the first time you properly dive into their kink and not just barely grazing them with a knife like you sometimes did, they wanted to do it in ghostface attire.

you instantly assumed it was wade’s idea, because why wouldn’t it be? but apparently after you were all watching the original scream movie recently, they had the brilliant idea at the same time and knew you had to be their sidney prescott. 

wade was so committed, he ended up renting the iconic house for the whole weekend. logan thought that was a bit of an exaggeration but once wade handed you a buck 120 knife, he said it only made sense.

this was going to go as a game of cat and mouse or in simpler terms, hide and seek. you'll all be leaning into the roleplay so there will be a sense of horror but also making sure it's horny. so you'd be their helpless victim that'll pretend to not love the whole ordeal but as soon as their hands are on you, you'll fold.

and since they want to play into their pain kink, you'd have to try to give them a little stab each before getting to the sex.

so now you were hidden beneath the bed in the master bedroom while you heard the loud sounds of them clearing the bottom floor. they had given you a minute to pick a hiding place and you didn't really want it to take long.

you'd be lying if you said this idea didn't turn you on because one check of your panties and there would lay the real answer. there was just something about your boyfriends pretending to hunt you down and knowing damn well they were checking every crevice while having raging boners.

and they say romance is dead.

you held your knife in hand, absolutely ready to use it and feeling your heart start to race. your breathing was as quiet as it could be but with the silence from the room, it felt like they'd be able to hear it so easily. 

you could hear them opening and closing doors fast, sensing that they also didn't have too much patience like they thought they would. 

suddenly you heard their loud footsteps coming up the stairs and you held your breath as they made their way up. your heart was beating faster now, a small feeling of terror creeping up on you as you heard them split up. one of them immediately went up the small staircase to enter the room you were in, which makes sense since it was the first room close to the staircase but it didn't make you feel any less scared.

he walked in slowly, taking a quick scan of the mini living room to the right side of the room and not seeing you so he then made his way around the bed to go to the bathroom. he quickly came out because there was nowhere to hide in there and suddenly his footsteps left the room. you could barely hear him leave through the second door near the bathroom which just led to another living room area with a reading nook.

you let out a breath you were holding and feel your heartbeat become steady as you heard them both on the other side of that floor. there was a quick thought of slipping out of the room to find a new hiding place just for fun but you realized they'd just be even more impatient if they had to double check each floor again since the house was decently big.

you heard their movements become faster, more frantic as if making it more realistic on purpose. then it was just silence. 

the silence only made this more freightening and it was a tiny bit scary. you breathed as quietly as you could, not wanting to alert them whatsoever then coming to the slow realization that that they both have amazing fucking hearing.

uh oh.

before you could even think of doing anything, your legs were grabbed and you were dragged out from under the bed while you started kicking and wiggling, "lookie who just remembered we have superpowers." wade's voice teased, making you groan.

you rolled on to your back, now facing them and quickly stabbed the one who wasn't holding on to your legs. you heard a grunt from underneath the mask and you pulled the knife out only for a moan to come out this time. 

you held in a laugh and were about to stab him again when the second one got on top of you and held your arms above your head. he grabbed the knife and handed it to the first one, who just toyed with it in his hands. “you really gotta love the original, don’t ya cupcake? i mean where else would we get such a good idea for murder?” wade said and your heart dropped. 

you knew this was all just a part of it but shit did it sound so fucking real. well you might as well you play their little game. 

“you’re fucking crazy you know that?” you spit and try to get him off. 

but it was to no use, he was much bigger than you and made sure to straddle your lap. nearly looked like he was about to give you the lap dance of a lifetime, which you wouldn’t put past him on doing. 

“don’t call us that baby, it hurts.” wade complains, putting a hand to his heart and you could just tell he was pouting underneath the mask. 

“and you perfectly went on with it, pretty girl.” logan teases, making you turn to look at him. 

you tried to lift your leg up to hit wade in the balls but you didn’t move an inch, you groaned in frustration and continued trying to fight him off, “you sick fucks shouldn’t have watched that fucking movie.” you spit and logan suddenly pulls a fast one and stabs wade in his side. 

he groans and lets your hands go just to start fake crying in his hands while logan says the infamous line, “now, baby, don’t blame the movies. movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.”

he pulls the knife out of wade earning himself a moan as the blood seeped through the robe. the wound was a bit deep so it would take a little while to heal itself. “oh you son of a bitch- i knew you would try to be billy!! it’s not fair!!!” he whined and smacked the knife right out of his hands, quickly grabbing it. 

he pointed it at logan’s mask then trailed it down his body while looking down. “on another note, i think we’re gonna have to do this to you tomorrow, hot stuff.” he murmurs, making logan smirk under his mask. 

catching them both off guard, you snatch your knife right back and slice across wade’s chest. he gasped and shook his head, “not nice to do that princess, come on now…” 

you shrugged and now wanting to get to the real fun stuff, you bring your empty hand to his thigh. he looks down at your hand then back up at your face then repeats two more times while you slowly bring your hand up higher each time. your hand landed on his hard on and you hum, "huh.. what's this?" 

he shrugged and lifted the robe up to reveal his pants, "come find out?" 

you eagerly nodded as he got off your lap so fast and even pulled you up before logan picked you up and threw you onto the bed. you quickly laid down on your stomach and got as close to the edge as possible while they both lifted the black robes up and over their bodies. you ogled at both their torsos while they threw them on the floor, now shirtless and with their tight fitting pants begging for an escape.

you licked your lips and weren't sure where to begin but they decided to be kind enough to help you by both taking their pants off. you whistled at the sight, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. "i sure am lucky huh?" you mumbled making logan chuckle, "that you are sweetheart.." 

"i think we're all lucky to be fair.. i mean not everyone is down to be fake hunted for fun…" wade murmurs as he fully slides his pants down. 

"or down to be stabbed…" you joke and he snorts, "thatta girl, see! be grateful you have two immortal boyfriends."

logan rolls his eyes and brings his hand to your head, pulling you close to his cock, "c'mon let's get to it."

"hey patience is key baby.." you mumble and bring your right hand up. making them remember you still had the knife. 

he wasn't nervous, didn't even budge. 

instead he watched you intently and carefully while you brought it up and down his thighs, the tip only barely grazing his skin. you trailed up higher, going around his pubic bone and just going back and forth. you pressed a little more so the tiniest bit of blood came out but the wound quickly disappeared before your eyes. meanwhile his cock was twitching and precum was oozing down. you pulled the knife away and looked over at wade's and his was the exact same, "you guys are kinda sick…" you mumble making them both groan.

"says the one doing it." wade retorts and you shrug. 

you let go of the knife and put it off to the side while grabbing a cock in each hand, them standing right next to each other was a major help. you spit on logan's then do the same to wade's while waiting for the saliva to go down to your knuckles before stroking them at the same time.  

they both moan, making you smile as you look up to watch both their reactions. logan was looking at you through the tiny holes in the mask while wade's head was hung back in bliss. you started stroking them faster, listening to the amazing sounds they were both letting out.

it was music to your ears.

 "just like that baby." logan purred, mesmerized by the view.

"oh fuck- god really is a woman." wade moaned out, making you do a double take before shaking it off. 

you continued your pace for a few minutes before you started to slow down then suddenly kept going again. just to keep them on their toes. 

they were getting grumpy and annoyed, too fast for your liking but they were needy so what can you really do? 

you knew that if you took one in your mouth it would only be a matter of time before you heard complaints from the other one so you had to stick with just your hands. at least that was until they suddenly flipped the switch on you.

wade smacked your hands away from them and before you even got a chance to say anything, logan manhandled you and made you do a 180 then flipped you over, spreading your legs apart in front of them. they both got on their knees, finally taking their masks off to reveal your boyfriends' handsome faces while they ogled at your dripping pussy. 

logan lifted your skirt up and let it drape over your stomach while wade pulled your already soaked panties to the side, "whose the sick fuck now?" wade mocked before taking his gloves off then throwing them behind him. 

you rolled your eyes at him while logan also took his gloves off and then immediately slid a finger inside you with no warning, "fuck!"

he slammed it as deep as he could go while wade watched in awe. the way your walls were just sucking his whole finger up just made him want to fuck you already. he should be excited this was happening at all and really take it in, maybe take his time, relish the moment but he couldn't help it. it was taking so much in him to not just fuck you like he needed. 

he had a feeling logan was on the same boat but knew they had to give you a bit of pleasure before fucking you. it was only a shame because he was so impatient now more than ever.

fortunately for him, he and logan were sharing a brain cell and he pulled his finger out, "sorry baby, we're too impatient.."

wade cheered and quickly got up before taking initiative and manhandling you to flip you onto your stomach then putting you in doggy. he made sure your ass was out and your back perfectly arched before taking his position behind you while logan sat down in front of you.

he looked down at his dick and you grabbed it, taking it into your mouth and going down because there was no point in waiting around. wade slipped inside you, letting you adjust for a solid minute before he started moving.

he started pulling out then thrusting back inside as deeply as he could while you moaned around logan’s cock. he was moaning right along with you while he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

you just looked too good sucking him off while getting fucked and wade looked too good losing his fucking mind fucking you.

“fucking shit baby- you feel so good-“ wade moans and grips onto your hips with his hands, watching your ass bounce and recoil with every thrust.

you whimpered and felt logan twitch in your mouth as you took as much of him as you could without accidentally choking because wade was going hard. he now started smacking your ass, feeling each cheek grow warm fast, “taking it so well sweet pea- so proud of you..” he murmured and you clenched against him.

he moaned and started going faster, having full faith that you’d empty his balls in no time.

you pull away from logan and feel a string of saliva come from your lips to his tip as you took a deep breath, “mmm there you go.. take that cock baby.” he murmurs and cups your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb to your cheek.

your eyes were glossy. so pretty and fucked out already even though it wasn’t that long.

“baby please-“ you pleaded and gripped into logan’s thighs, digging your nails into the skin.

“what do you need, sugar? don’t be shy now.” wade teased with broken breaths.

you didn’t even know what you were begging for, just desperate to cum because all that playing around had you feeling more insatiable than usual. then it popped into your head.

“cum inside me please.” you moaned and wade groaned.

he looked straight ahead and was barely able to looking at himself in the mirror fucking you. he chuckled then lowered himself down until his chest was pressed against your back, “whatever you want baby- fuck- gonna take two loads tonight?”

you whimpered and nodded your head yes while his thrusts became sloppier and he felt that knot in his belly tightening. he moved a hand over and down to your neck, wrapping his hand around it and lightly squeezing, “mmm look at yourself in the mirror baby… think i just found the prettiest of them all.”

you grin and look into his eyes through the mirror which was just the thing to push him right over the edge. he spilled his load inside you, letting go of your neck as he made sure you received every earned drop.

you caught your breath and laid your head onto logan’s lap while wade let out his final moans and slowly started to slip of you. right at that moment logan quickly stood up and took wade’s place, sliding inside you before any of his cum slipped out.

he moaned as soon as your walls entrapped him, feeling wade’s load as he thrusted hard, “fuck- oh my fucking god baby-“

you whimpered and now laid your head against wade’s lap. that was until logan flipped you over once against and now you were on your back with your legs spread as much as you could while he began pounding into you mercilessly.

you were a mess, eyes fucked, body warm, legs shaking while logan moaned out for you, gripping the back of your thighs while he watched your tits bounce.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he quickly looked back at you just to grope and squeeze your tits. he kept his hard and deep thrusts at an all time high, already feeling that you were getting close.

your legs started to shake and it was like he was able to feel your pussy pulsate against him. it felt amazing feeling you tightening around him like a vice, it was a feeling he could never truly get use to but would love to feel for the rest of his life.

you were letting out sweet moans of his name as he felt his own orgasm build in his stomach, “that’s a good girl- f-fuck yeah baby, cum with me-“

you whimpered and reached down to your tits and entertwine your fingers with his. “cum inside me too baby- need it so bad.” you whined with a little pout.

with one final look at your face, he did so. he groaned as he came inside you and making sure you were filled to the fucking brim because it’s what you deserve. you shut your eyes and feel your body shake when your orgasm hits you hard while he slows down.

with a few slow strokes, you rode out your highs and he slowly started to pull out of you. you didn’t even notice wade had been on standby next to logan with a towel to help clean up the mess.

yeah you were definitely the lucky one in this relationship.

[fae-of-prey]

what's your favorite scary movie? ༊*･

an all hallows eve spooktacular collab with my beloved moot victoria aka the lovely @rafesangelita ! check out the prompt i gave her here!

warnings: (remember, you are the only one responsible for your own media consumption, so if you don’t like it please just scroll!) smut MDNI ¹⁸⁺!; mutual(ish) intox; knives; blood; corruption; blink-&-you’ll-miss-it dacryphilia if you squint; a dash of size kink for good measure; sex tapes; binding rituals; “kid” pet name

camera flashes and your drunken giggles fill rafe’s bedroom as he snaps pictures of you, with your angel wings all askew from the way rafe had to manhandle your lightweight safely into his truck after a friend’s halloween party (not that you ever minded your boyfriends big strong hands on you).

click then flash 📸

“look at me babydoll” he cradles your face in the hand that isn’t holding the camera as you lean into him, practically purring and looking up at him with those big doe eyes he loves to capture on camera “there you go” another flash “good girl, aren’t you just fuckin adorable” more laughs follow as he leans down to give you kisses that get sloppier by the second in your drunken daze. 

your arms wrap around rafe’s neck while his hand moves from your face down your body to your waist to start grabbing at your hips, leaving you mewling in his grasp until he guides you to lay down instead and his hands travel upwards again, this time under your top to grope you. and when the feeling tickles your skin, you giggle deliriously once more.

it’s all very messy, the way rafe’s kisses hungrily trail from your lips, to your neck, all the way down to your chest to meet where he’s now pushed your top up to reveal your breasts; more skin for him to mark up. he isn’t even fully conscious of what he’s doing, it’s purely instinctual in his state of still halfway inebriated to almost sobered up, until he comes back up to behold your whining form once again and notices his purple marks blooming beautifully all across the skin of your torso (he even got down to your stomach in his trance).

you pout at the sight “rafeyyy“ but to him it’s a sight so beautiful he has to take a picture, so rafe picks up the camera again as he tsks affectionately “oh c’mon quit your whining kid, now why don’t cha hold ‘em together f’me?” still, ever his amenable little angel, you obey so he can get your picture.

📸 when the camera flashes again you can see an idea flash across rafe’s eyes as well, but before you can even notice it, he’s leaning down to kiss you again while the camera flashes more and more, not that you notice that either.

rafe breaks away to set the camera down next to you, with the lens facing you perfectly centered in the frame and caged beneath your boyfriend, as he turns back to you and rasps “why don’t we make our own scary movie?” an adorably tipsy smile spreads across your face cradled by his hands “i dunno, do i get to be in the sequel?” you slur bubbly making him grin “yeah… you’re my final girl, isn’t that right?” you nod with giggles.

• the fun might’ve been cut short by concern over the knife rafe pulls out from his nightstand if you were anyone else of sober mind, but honestly you’re mostly just curious about “what’s that for?” not even really all that concerned through your high daze.

“oh uh,” your eyes follow the buck 120 like a kitten as rafe just brings it to your chin gently guiding your gaze towards the camera now recording video with the little red light on while his eyes stay locked on you “don’t worry kid, it’s for our movie, yeah?” you nod with wide almost hypnotized eyes.

rafe holds the camera again to capture how he soothes the cold steel of the blade back down against your thigh before dragging the flat side up nice and smooth to hook under your bottoms.

with the sharp end pointed outwards, he slices right through both layers of your bottoms and panties, much to your dismay, though he quickly coos to shush you in between chuckles at your adorable little whines that make his dick ache “i’ll getcha new ones”

still you briefly mourn the flouncy white tatters now scattered on the bedroom floor; even if it’s quickly forgotten about the second rafe kisses your pout away in your drunkenly lost sense of object permanence and shortened attention span (shortened even more by your restless carnal impatience) as he places the camera back on the side of the bed next to you.

but soon rafe’s rushing to unzip his own pants to free himself, and guiding your hand with his own to wrap around his aching cock. rafe groans softly — lord you always feel like fucking heaven, even the smallest of your touches never fail to make him feel like no one and nothing else can (not even himself). he moves your hand up and down his shaft a few more times before rubbing the head against your weeping clit to soothe that itching sense of anticipation you‘re both growing increasingly impatient with. the foreplay is only momentarily relieving before you’re craving more — despite your inexperienced naïveté you were always an eager little one, even before rafe took your virginity not too long ago, but all that tequila just makes you that much more of an insatiable nymphomaniac at rafe’s mercy. until finally he pushes into your sweet cunt with his hands fully encircling your waist.

rafe lets out a drawn out “fuck” under his heavy breath — you were always so warm and inviting, he only makes it about a third of the way in your soft velvety walls inch-by-inch before he bottoms out completely when the overwhelming rush of pure desperate lust becomes too much to bear, leaving a bulge in your stomach to show for it while you huff and cry out whiny slurred mewls “shh you’re okay kid, jus relax huh? just like i taught ya” rafe picks up the camera again to zoom in on your tummy bulging with him deep inside your guts, before he smears a kiss to your dampened cheeks as your eyes gloss over on camera “don’t you wanna be my good girl?” you can take it, you're his precious angel in more ways than just your halloween costume, you can always take what he gives you. and rafe’s reassurance of such along with the lingering intoxication softens the blow enough to twist into pleasure.

after your breathing slows to a more normal speed, when he senses you’ve (somewhat semi-forcibly) reacclimated enough he drags back out, slower (and much more careful) this time. he’s just absolutely mesmerized by the way he can literally see himself pulling out through the bulge in your stomach slowly vanishing, it just sends all the more blood rushing straight to his dick.

“there you go, good girl” rafe soothes with a hand cradling your cheek while his other focuses the camera on you and a heavy breath when he’s only left the tip being squeezed in by your tight grip, even at your entrance and you already feel simultaneously empty and like you can barely take just the tip all at once. 

rafe takes a breath and gives you a chance to catch yours before starting to slowly push back in again — it’s a snug fit but you both make it work with sheer force of will and strength “nice ‘n easy kid, here” rafe wraps his arms around your waist to hold you to him while he sits up and against the headboard of his bed now as he sets the camera on the nightstand, careful to keep you in frame.

with you pulled onto his lap and his hands encircled around your waist again, he slowly sinks you down onto him while you hold onto his arms for dear life; gripping so hard your nails might be digging into him, but if so he never even lets it show.

you huff out a breath of relief when he’s all the way in again, you always feel so ineffably content when you’re so impossibly full like this; just the rushing amorous twist of passionate pleasure is hypnotic. but it’s moments like these when you feel the closest to rafe, like your souls are melting into each other. it even feels a little dangerous, in moments like this there’s not a thing on this earth rafe cameron wouldn’t fucking do for you, nothing he wouldn’t let you do to him, his adoration turned feral and (even more) obsessive, his attachment strengthened with a deep coveted need to keep you with him forever, and he feels it with a particularly significant intensity tonight as he groans under his breath again “fuck yu’re g’na be the fuckin’ death of me babydoll, you know that?” making a roguish smile spread across your face and a giggle escape your lips.

rafe brings his hand up to cup your face as you look up at him with those fucking big wide eyes he adores so much it hurts “you trust me, right angel?” his heart actually aches at how quickly you nod without hesitation, without even thinking first. his lips twitch upwards at the thought, you’re truly completely his, just as he is yours. and now it’s time to prove it.

“then i need you to do somethin for me” he reaches for your wrist to open your palm and close it again on the handle of the knife he’s placed in it, then ever so carefully tilts it up so the blade is now facing his open palm.

“here, just need a little cut, okay?” even with your keen zeal to be his good girl, of course you’re still hesitant at the thought of potentially hurting him! so sensing you need a little extra push, rafe digs the blade further into his own palm until enough blood is drawn, while still holding your hand to stay wrapped around the handle with his other hand.

you gasp softly with your eyes locked on the sight but he doesn’t even flinch, not even when he removes his hand from the blade to take the knife from your pliable little fingers or when he then takes your hand in his to position the blade on your palm. rafe’s much more nimble with you, making as small of a cut into your soft tender flesh as possible to draw blood and just as quickly soothing the sting it brings with gentle shushing coos and a sweet kiss to your temple as a high pitched wince falls from your lips.

with heavy breathing rafe sets the knife down next to the camera still recording on the nightstand, you’re breathing just as heavy as your eyes are still transfixed by the open wounds you both now carry while he brings his large hand to hold your smaller one and presses your wounds together hard, mixing your blood in the unspoken ritualistic process and binding you together forever. 

the slight sting is instantaneously worth pleasing that deep primal craving for intimacy — and suddenly, you can’t get enough of it. every sensation just melts together to mix into something addictive enough to turn you into a bloodthirsty little animal.

finally he kisses you again as a wave of gratification washes over rafe. your hands squeeze together as you continue kissing — it’s sloppy and desperate on both ends, almost  like you’re trying to eat the other whole with muffled moans.

rafe wraps his other arm around your waist to guide you down on your back again, never even breaking from each other once the whole time either, your joined hands still squeezing together as hard as ever right beside your head. with your legs wrapping around his frame which is eclipsing yours now and his hand on your waist, rafe thrusts into you again more purposefully this time, and with less mercy. the feeling sends you straight to heaven, leaving the pain to twist into pleasure and you to helplessly grab onto his muscly arm with one hand as you squeeze his hand still locked with yours like a girl getting a shot at the doctor’s in the other.

“all mine huh? forever. isn’t that right angel?” you nod fervently “on-only yours, always” you squeal softly — though you sound like you’re being fucking murdered (if these noises were coming from anywhere else the cops would’ve been at your door before you even got to cum, but anyone nearby who might’ve heard strange and violent sounds coming from a cameron’s house in the middle of the night would simply mind their business), a low feral growl falls from under rafe’s breath before his mouth on yours again grounds you. 

each blow feels even more sensitive than the last, your hand drops onto your stomach where you feel rafe actively rearranging your guts. your heart is thumping like a little rabbit, he’s getting sloppier, more desperate, but goddamn he never wants this to end, and neither do you.

it only takes a few more of those desperately craving thrusts before you’re squeezing and pulsing around him as your orgasm rushes through you. halfway through it drives rafe to the edge too, he staggers a few more thrusts as deep and hard as humanly possible, sure to fuck himself deep in your guts when he finally paints your velvety insides white with his spurting cum.

after your heaving chest calms down and rafe stills inside you both just lay like that, soaking in the orgasms washing over you and the feeling of rafe and his cum deep in your guts. your hearts beat back to normal when you catch your breath. eventually rafe pulls himself up off you, you whine sleepily as he groans a sighing heavy drawn out “aww fuck” when he holds your waist for leverage to pull out of your plush walls which cling onto him, almost just begging him to stay.

already you miss the fullness only provided by rafe, your only consolation is his cum slowly seeping inside you while he switches the camera off before leaving the room to clean up. you’re drifting off when rafe comes back with a bandaid, which he tosses on his nightstand while he grabs a t-shirt for you “hey, c’mon kid get up” he taps your knee so you sit up for him, taking off what’s left of your costume and briefly leaving you bare before rafe pulls his shirt back over your head “there ya go, now go pee, hurry up” he orders softly and pats your ass as you sleepily get out of bed and scurry off to the bathroom.

you’re promptly pulled into rafe’s lap when you return to his bed; you curl up into him while he takes the bandaid out of the wrapper. you wince faintly when he takes your hand to carefully smooth the bandage over your wound “i know baby i know” rafe smears two kisses in quick succession to your hairline then simply holds your hand in his after he’s done patching it up. 

“did so good for me babydoll, so fuckin’ proud of you” your nose reflexively scrunches from the familiar warmth of sunshine blooming within you. it’s strange, the sex tape you’ve just made is likely the only thing as hard proof that could ever convince anyone else who’s ever met him that rafe cameron can genuinely care for someone, that he can be gentle, that he has a heart, albeit one that beats just for you and no one else.

your yawning shortly prompts rafe to lay you both down and flick the light off, and sure enough you swiftly fall into a purring slumber almost instantly. the corners of rafe’s mouth turn up ever so slightly at the sight — you’re all his, forever. there’s no going back now, and there’s absolutely no escaping. with one more kiss to your pretty little head he whispers “happy halloween angel”

© FAE-OF-PREY 2024

[dvandom]

Let's talk about tariffs

One way or another, we're getting more of them soon, so it's a good idea to spread the word regarding how they work. Note, this is a simplified explanation without nuance, but nuance is the sort of thing that you gotta be rich to exploit in this case.

Here's the basics: a tariff is a tax assessed at the point of import, and paid by the importer. Tariffs always make prices go up.

Say a company orders a bunch of stuff that would otherwise cost them $100 each. Adding on their other business expenses, they will sell each for $150, with some but not all of that extra $50 being profit. Let's say at most $20 of it is profit.

Now a 20% tariff is applied, and the company has to pay $120 each. If they want to keep selling them for $150, that will eliminate their profit and might even require selling the things at a loss. So they have to raise the price. Maybe they only raise it to $160 rather than $170, but they gotta make a profit or they get bought out by venture capitalists and gutted.

The original supplier could lower their price too, but again there's only so much they can drop before they're losing money on the deal too.

Why would a supplier even want to do this? Well, let's say that the domestic competition can supply the thing to retailers for $115. The foreign supplier can stay competitive by dropping their cost by a few bucks, so that after the tariff is applied they cost $114, or even $115 but sell it on the grounds of the retailer already having advertised their version. Small, targeted tariffs can coerce foreign suppliers into taking a cut to their profits. But even in this case, no one's going to be buying $150 products on the shelf anymore, it's just that both foreign and domestic versions will be $160-165. The price has gone up a little. Maybe not the full 20% of the tariff, but a noticeable amount.

That was the sort of tariff we mostly have right now, in 2024. We're also ignoring the fact that things are so interconnected that there may not BE a purely domestic version of a particular thing, just companies with completely foreign production versus those who buy all the parts abroad and assemble them domestically. In that case, everyone's getting hit by the tariffs.

However, the "I Love Tariffs" incoming President has threatened things like 100% or higher. This is the sort of tariff you apply when your goal is to protect a domestic company and to hell with the consumers. (Actually banning imports or setting quotas can also do this, but it's harder to enforce. IIRC, Japan has import restrictions on rice so that they don't completely outsource their food supply.)

A 100% tariff means that in the example above, it now costs the importer $200 to pay for each of the things in their order, so even if nothing else changes they'd have to charge $250 each to get the same amount of profit (and a smaller profit MARGIN). Does this mean they'll just go buy the $115 domestic version? Well, they'd like to, but now the domestic version is $160 or $180, because the domestic companies can just crank up their profit margins while staying cheaper than the alternative. Domestic companies are not driven by a desire to serve the public, they're legally required to make as much money as they can (this is a big problem lately, stockholders can sue if they think a company is passing up on profits). Thus, when punitive tariffs raise the price of imports to stupid levels, domestic suppliers (even those who miraculously have their entire supply chain within the country) will run up the price too.

All of this money will come from consumers and go into the pockets of the government. Do you trust the incoming administration to spend this windfall on helping the people hammered by massive spikes in inflation? I sure don't.

[princesselise]

the ebegging era continues 😔

as the weather warms up, i would really like to be able to enjoy hiking and walking again, and I'm in search of a solution that will help me safely increase my ambulatory abilities. i can't use a traditional cane or forearm crutches due to unstable wrists and poor balance at times, but there is an alternative!

platform crutches are pricey, but they are really the only safe option for me in terms of walking support. i can afford part of the cost as i have around $120 set aside for medical equipment, but if i can get another like 60-75 bucks to get these and still have money for other needs it'd be amazing

ko-fi and venmo are both @/peachcandiz

[fairie-grl]

inspired by @onadarklingplain 's 'Albon Pet Primer'

Sir Lewis Hamiltion has a dog, his dog is the goodest boy in the world, and I know too much about his dog so now you must suffer with this knowledge as well enjoy:

Lewis adopted Roscoe, a English bulldog, from an online adoption agency in 2013.Roscoe is a purebred bulldog with both his mom and dad being show dogs. Roscoe's name was chosen because Lewis thought it but Crofty calling Nico ‘Roscoe’ at the 2016 Chinese Grand Prix makes me have my doubts. Lewis later adopted Coco, a female bulldog. Coco’s breeder was originally going to put her down due to how expensive her health conditions, mostly likely a heart condition, were but Lewis stepped in. If you are trying to tell Coco and Roscoe apart in photos, Coco has a wider white stripe on her head. It is widest around the top of her head. Roscoe has more wrinkles and a brown spot on his snout and his strip ends at the top of his head and a new one starts off center in the back of his head. Coco’s fang teeth are also out more often compared to Roscoe's little teeth and she is a lighter color than Roscoe. Lewis expressed that he adopted the dog because his family has always had dogs, mostly labradors, but he said he always wanted an English bulldog. Coco lived till June 2020 when she passed in the night. Lewis and Roscoe were with her. His mom has five dogs! Both Roscoe and Coco have passports so they can travel with Lewis. Lewis was also granted special permission from Bernie Ecclestone to bring the dogs to the padlock (I assume Charles will ask Domenicali to bring Leo to the Padlock). 

Lewis brought a jet to fly with the dogs which he then sold in 2019. Roscoe is good with traveling due to his love of napping. In his first trip with Lewis he slept through most of the flight waking up to go to the bathroom and to make Lewis put him in his lap. Lewis followed Roscoe's command, sleeping with Roscoe in his lap like “a baby.” Lewis said, “Roscoe is the best travel pet, he just sleeps with you.” As Roscoe is getting older, Lewis has made the decision to travel less with him, as the time zones were getting hard on him. While Lewis is racing, Roscoe stays in Los Angeles, California with dog trainer Kirstin McMillan (adventuresindogtraining on instagram). Lewis says he gets pictures of Roscoe everyday and checks in on him. Roscoe also attends a dog park or “Los Angeles' first canine social club” as stated on their website called ‘Dog PPL’ in Santa Monica. It is about $120 a month for one dog.  

Not only is Roscoe Lewis’s son but also his best friend. Lewis talked about his instant connection when they first met. Roscoe gets sad when Lewis leaves and happy when he returns. Lewis says, “Then I get the Frisbee and play with him, and that’s, for me, the biggest highlight – the unconditional love you get from a pet like that.” Roscoe loves quad bikes. In one interview, Lewis said it’s because he’s lazy so he likes being driven around. However, I think it’s because he has taken after his dad and wants to race. Roscoe also loves frisbee and his ball; it seems like he enjoys fetching and chasing after things, like chasing other cars down… Roscoe WDC 2024 confirmed. Lewis also has Roscoe involved in many of his projects, Lewis has hinted that Roscoe has a cameo in ‘Apex’, his movie starring Brad Pitt. When Fortnite asked him to be in the game he said he would only agree if Roscoe was in the game with him. Fortnite, of course, agreed because Roscoe is an angel. They ended up putting him in a jet pack. He was 1,500 V-Bucks or 2,400 V-Bucks with the ‘Lewis Hamilton Budle’ (IDK if thats a lot I don’t play Fortnite). Lewis also said Roscoe is the only person he can count on to stand with him along with Bono.

After Coco’s death, Lewis took Roscoe to the vet where they recommended starting him on a vegan diet similar to what Lewis has. This vegan diet is often recommended to bulldogs because they often have food intolerances or allergies to the meat proteins that can affect the skin and gastrointestinal tract. The vegan diet Roscoe is on still includes the same things without the meat proteins in it that caused him to have health issues. Lewis has said his breathing has improved and that he no longer has skin allergies. Roscoe also has physical therapy and acupuncture every week to help with his joints.  Roscoe has also had health issues that caused him to ejaculate, often uncontrollably, scaring baby Roscoe and leading to him getting snipped in 2016. Lewis did have his sperm frozen so that Roscoe could have puppies. Lewis said, “It’s great his genes will live on.” Lewis said his plans were to have Roscoe’s puppies after he retires but with the fanzone in 2024 Australia GP, it sounds to me like he may be looking sooner to have Roscoe’s pups or to retire. Last year, around the British GP, Roscoe had some issues regarding his spine. If I remember correctly, it involved a slipped hernia in his spine. Luckily, he got stem therapy and was able to attend the GP. He has been improving, and as of today he is back to normal.

Now for the part most people know about. Roscoe started his instagram account, roscoelovescoco, in January 2015 with a post featuring Coco and him captioned “Thanks for following us :).” The instagram account was originally a joint account with both Coco and Roscoe until 2020, although both did get solo posts. As expected Roscoe does make money off his Instagram, but he is also a dog model. Lewis said in a Silver Arrows interview in 2021 that he gets paid $700 a day which goes in Roscoe's treat fund. Roscoe also has sponsorships. His Thanksgiving party was sponsored by Bramble Pets, and he did content (including a commercial) for Zapp, a food delivery company Lewis invested in. Roscoe also appears in Lewis' vlog channel (it hasn’t been updated since 2021) multiple times. His last appearance is in a video “Adventures with Roscoe! | Lewis Hamilton Vlogs” which is also the last updated video on Lewis channel. He reached 1 million followers in 2024, which is more than Chouprette Lagerfield, the cat of Karl Lagerfeld (I am not joking, this man left a good chunk of his fortune [~$300 million] to his cat). Roscoe’s captions on his instagram posts were originally typed in a sort of third person first person mix but in October 2020, Roscoe finally established his first first person post with his famous lisp. However, the conspiracy expands as prior to this first lisp post, there are two posts on instagram where Roscoe (and Coco) are talking to us. The first one was posted April 2024 with Roscoe saying, ‘They put a thermometer up me bum, dad!’ In this speech bubble, Roscoe doesn’t have a lisp but does speak in a sort of baby talk. The next post in October 2017 features both Roscoe and Coco with Roscoe saying, “We got acupuncture today Dad!” and Coco saying, “It’s my favorite.” (More info about the dogs getting acupuncture is in the health section.) I will note his lisp comes and goes on his posts around November 2020. His lisp finally stays and its intensity does increase. There are also a few posts taken with Mercedes that don’t feature the lisp, and a few posts talking about Roscoe or Coco written in their “Dad’s” pov where it obviously doesn’t use a lisp.

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

The Epilogue

Chapter 8 / Masterlist

Hey guys, just letting you know after the epilogue I won’t be posting on this account anymore! I’ll keep it up for a while though. Anyways, if you want you can follow my main account @total-lost-boys-simp for more stories and eventually a sequal to SCB1CFG! It was great getting some new readers & just know this doesn’t mean goodbye! Thank you for everything!

It’s been what, a little less than a year? About eight months, I think. I still have these bone chilling dreams about Billy & Stu. One minute we’ll be close, watching a movie like Friday the 13th, Pieces, Maniac, or even Sleepaway Camp. Next I’ll hear the phone ring. Quickly I’ll say, “I’ll get it,” and move myself off the couch leaving a space between them. The person on the line will say, “Hello (y/n), it’s been a while,” instantly I could recognize it as Ghostface. Looking back at the couch the boys would be gone, no trace of them ever there. “Who is this?” I’ll ask, even though I know the answer all too well. I’d hear a laugh on the other line before being yanked back into someone’s arms. Looking at who it is I’ll be filled with dread just seeing the masked killer as they raise the knife over their head. Suddenly I’m being pulled away by a blood covered Stu saying, “We have to get help!” When I look back for the murderer we stop at a door…

Looking forward I’ll see the deranged killer in the stark white mask yet again but this time he’s taking it off to reveal himself as Billy looking in my direction with a Kubrick Stare. “We all go a little mad sometimes,” he says before raising a gun that barely misses me. That’s when I realize it’s not me he’s aiming for. The person he does shoot changes every time, it could be; Sidney, Tatum, Casey, Steve, or even Principal Himbry… but they say the same thing each time, “Save me (y/n),” before they bleed out on the floor. Next thing I knew both Billy and Stu come charging at me, tossing me to the ground. They’ll hold me down as they run the Buck 120 knife all along my body. It’s so vivid, I can feel the chilling alloy steel grazing my skin all the way from my jaw in my abdomen. They whisper nonsensical things in my face. And when one of them raises the knife above their head and plunge it into my body, everything just goes white.

“Hey, earth to (y/n)?” I hear Randy call me from the counter.

“Hm? What’s up?” I asked, snapping my head in his direction leaving my thoughts behind.

“You’ve been staring at the shelf for almost fifteen minutes,” He complains

“Guess there’s just too good of a selection?” I said with a false smile and a shrug.

“Yeah sure, just up and pick a movie,” Randy said, rolling his eyes.

“Jeez did anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I laughed out as I snatch up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“Still staying away from slashers?” Randy asks, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“Yeah, they just remind me too much of that night…” I said, look down and scratching my arm.

“anyways...What are you and your dad gonna do tonight?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Hmm? Oh Neil just wanted to stay in and watch some movies, maybe order some pizza?”

“He adopted you over half a year ago, start calling him Dad for once!” Randy said, cackling at his own words.

“Yeah yeah whatever, see ya later!” I shouted as I left the store.

So much has happened since October of last year. The day after ‘That Night’ Neil told me about what Stu and Billy did to my mom. It was just Neil and I from then on so he decided that I should officially be his daughter! Neither of us see it as replacing Sid or my own parents, if anything we see it as a better way to remember them and keep them close. The town held a mass memorial for all of the victims. The individual funerals were hell. I just wanted to say goodbye to my friends, my mother and my sister but there were reporters and news vans at every turn.

It’s never been the same after I not only lost Tatum and Sindey but also… Stu and Billy. I get it, I shouldn’t have anywhere near a soft spot for those two but I do. I don’t excuse anything they did because it tore apart everything that made me happy in the world. That doesn’t mean I don’t see why they did it. Billy was hurt and driven mentally insane once his mother abandoned him because of the affair. And Stu, at the same time he might be a spoiled rich kid but he was also manipulated into all of it by Billy. In a way, neither of them had full control of what they did.

I like to think that had they not run away on ‘That Night’ they would’ve been sentenced but also would’ve been able to get the psychiatric help they really needed.

“Neil, I’m home!” I shouted as I opened the door. No response.

“Neil?” I called out again, suspicion rising in my voice. No response again.

“Are you here?” I asked, looking around the living room, the kitchen, upstairs in his room, Sid’s room, my room, every room in the house.

“Neil?!” I called out again this time with frantic breathing and hot tears itching at my skin.

“Oh woah, woah, kiddo it’s okay!” Neil came from around the corner running to me.

“I thought- I thought you were gone! That they took you! Where were you?!” I asked, clinging to his sleeves and he pulled me into a hug.

“Shh shh, I was in the garage working on the car, kid,” He said as he rocked me back and forth.

“I already lost mom and Sid. I don't want to lose you too, Dad,” I said as I thought back to how I found Sid and Tatum at Stu’s house…and the officer who sat me down to tell me how my mom passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay,” Neil softly said, trying to calm me down.

“Ya know what, you got a letter on the counter, looks like it might be from a family member, go take a look,” Neil said as he ruffled my hair.

Going downstairs I look on the kitchen counter, sure enough there’s an envelope with neat and somewhat familiar handwriting. Huh no return address, I thought to myself. I’m careful not to rip the paper as I open the envelope. As I looked inside I saw a few polaroids and folded paper inside. Taking the polaroids out ran my blood cold. One of them was a picture Mrs. Riley took of Sid, Tatum, and I from our final sleepover. The next was of our group at the fountain, all of us, but Sid and Tatum’s faces were crossed out and small Ghostface doodles were placed over Billy and Stu’s. The last two were pictures of me, Stu and Billy on Stu’s couch at one of our movie nights. Placing the pictures down I look at the paper… on the folded front said; To: (y/n), from: Yours Truly. The letter itself said;

Dear (y/n),

It’s been a while. We’ve really missed you. How’s your mom…oh wait. We just wanted to check in and let you know we’re doing fine after you killed us. Or well, almost killed us. We bet you’re wondering how we’re still alive, Right?

Well for starters, the knife? A retractable prop, bit of a let down since you didn’t actually stab Stu, right? Then that gun, we switched out Dew-fuses’ bullets for blanks while you ran to his car. Really explains how Randy lived. You most likely knew that already. Also when you kick someone against a coffee table, you should really check their pulse next time.

We hope you haven’t gotten too comfortable thinking we’re gone for good ‘cause trust us baby, we’re coming back for the sequal.

P.S. you should pick up the phone.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

Just as I finished reading the letter I heard a ringing from the telephone in the lounge area where Sidney got the call the night we were attacked. Cautiously I walked over to it, fear in my chest making my heart race and my palms sweat. “Hello?” I asked, swallowing nothing out of pure nervousness.

“Hello, (y/n), miss me?” Asked an all too familiar raspy off pitched voice.

“Oh shit.”

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I’m sorry for the inconsistent posting, please forgive me 😭 also let me know if I should put a sequal in the works? Thank you so much for reading!

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I'm so excited for this one!! (and literally everything you write ❤️)

Thank you so much! I am particularly excited to share this one.

For this, you get either the first 120 sentences or 1k words of chapter 2! Whatever I hit first

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Buck could say it started after the Keystar jet flew right over his head, with absolutely zero ear protection, only to land on the highway in front of him. He could blame it on that one moment, from which point he could no longer deny what was happening to his body. The before and after moment. Before the jet, voices didn’t sound as muffled between s, f, and th sounds. Before the jet, he didn’t sleep through his old alarm tone, the one that mimics chirping birds, until the feeling of vibrations finally woke him. Before the jet, he didn’t accuse Chim of miming whistling at work, only for him to give Buck a strange look, until Buck realized he wasn’t miming at all. Buck just couldn’t hear the pitch.

If Buck is being honest, he’d say it started when he was seventeen. He and Anwar, another boy from his homeroom class, set off leftover New Year’s Eve fireworks in a snowy field down the road from Hershey. Buck’s idea. He’d wanted to impress Anwar. Seem cool and daring. In hindsight, he probably had a crush on him, and just didn’t understand that’s what it was. Anyway. One of the fireworks went off too low in the sky, too close to his head. He could have been badly burnt. His jacket caught some embers, and the bang left his ears ringing for over a week. He’d been concerned, but when it went away, he forgot about it. He spent years not thinking about it. 

He didn’t think about it in the weeks following the firetruck bombing, when his ears always felt sort of full. Like someone had stuffed them with cotton. It was irritating, but he had other things to worry about. 

He didn’t think about it after the tsunami, when he’d started to need the volume on his Airpods up higher than ever before.

He sort of thought about it after the shooting, when the ringing in his ears came back. This time for days. It brought back the memory of a snowy field and the smell of singed polyester. But Eddie almost died. He’d had more important things to worry about then, too. 

He didn’t even consider it after the lightning strike, when he’d started to have difficulty following big conversations in the fire station. He’d thought maybe the damage had been neurological. He had died after all. 

If it had kept getting worse, after that - if both Natalia and Tommy swore up and down they’d said something he’d missed or he nearly failed to pull over for an ambulance of all things - he ignored it. He didn’t want to know. 

But he can’t pretend anymore. 

“Sensorineural hearing loss,” the specialist tells Buck a little over a week after the Keystar jet. 

He came alone. He didn’t tell anyone.He especially didn’t want Gerrard to know. A feat, considering how obsessed with him the old freak is now. Regardless, Buck was referred quickly through the LAFD healthcare providers network, and when he explained what had happened to him. What he was experiencing. Honestly, he expected some simple explanation. Something reversible. 

“O-okay,” Buck says. “What does that mean exactly?”

The specialist, Dr. Isaacs, gives him a sympathetic smile. 

“Basically, it’s a type of permanent hearing loss that happens when your cochlea - your inner ear - is damaged. This can happen for a variety of reasons, but in your case, I think it’s safe to say that there’s been enough loud, traumatic experiences that have caused damage over time.”

Buck feels like he can’t quite breathe. 

“Uh, permanent?” Buck asks. “It’s not, like… Something we can work to reverse?”

“I’m sorry, no,” she says. “We can talk about ways to prevent further hearing loss and treatment options. But, in this case, what’s done is done.”

“Treatment options?” Buck asks. 

“Based on the results of your hearing test, I’d recommend hearing aids,” Dr. Isaacs says. 

“Hearing aids?” Buck echoes. He feels stupid, just parroting her own words back at her. 

“Mhm,” she nods. “I’ve worked with first responders in your position before. It sounds like your work is important to you, Mr. Buckley. Hearing aids are your best shot at keeping at it.”

And with that reasoning, what else is Buck supposed to do but agree to move forward? He’s already apparently lost his hearing. He can’t lose his job, too. 

🍂

He takes leave from work. Dr. Isaacs is more than willing to sign off on it. A period of adjustment, they call it. He doesn’t disclose why to Gerrard in the medical letter. If it was Bobby, he’d be honest. Hell, if it was Bobby, he wouldn’t take the leave. But this is not Bobby. This is a man constantly looking for weaknesses to exploit. And Buck has to protect himself. At least until he’s more comfortable with this new… State of things. 

He’s having trouble thinking about it. Breaking down what it means to it. How he feels about it. It seems like something that, if he sits down to think about it, he’ll have a lot of really big emotions. Potentially hard emotions. And that’s concerning. 

The thing is, Buck knows what it’s like not to be able to rely on his body. He knows what it’s like not to feel at a hundred percent. To worry about not recovering. After the ladder truck crushed his leg, it was all he could think about. An injury, something that was far from his fault, preventing him from doing the only thing he was good at. Taking away his spot in the world. At first, they hadn’t been sure he’d recover full function of his leg. And while the pain never totally went away, he worked through that. Did his exercised. Remained vigilant. Got back to where he needed to be. 

Then, there was the blood clots. Buck had felt like Tantalus, from the one Greek myth. Standing so close to what he wanted, but not being able to reach it.

[dragonageconfessions]

To SMC, I am the one who sent you a post about the Vegas trip I won. I just wanted to say thanks for the recommendations. We had an amazing time and everything in the Wynn was comped. We got VIP check in and they gave us this card to swipe whenever we went to to a restaurant. We even had free spa treatments. The buffets were incredible.

We rented a car for one day but the rest of the time we used Uber and we did go to Area 15 and the Omega Mart. We really had fun there. The Sphere was fantastic and we did talk to Aura and the first thing that came to my mind was Avina! We did the Neon Museum night tour. Everyone should do that tour once! So much history! We went to the mob museum. And we did go that ice bar. We went to Fremont street. We were to scared to do the zipline but it was was fun to explore and we went in one of the older casinos. My sister won 400 dollars on a slot. We went to the Mirage and got pics and souvenirs.

Oh and you were right about Circus Circus. Its really rundown and sort of smells.

Oh and for the giggles we went to the Cosmopolitan and ate at Eggslut and took pics by it.

It was a great trip and both of us want to go again in the future but we know we will never have the same experience like we had at the Wynn

Sounds like you had a fantastic time. And thankfully you beat the heatwave! Vegas broke several heat records a few weeks ago as it hit 120 there for a couple of days.

I had completely forgotten about Eggslut!!

The Mirage is officially closed. Its a shame because it was still a really nice resort. I don't think Vegas needs a Guitar shaped hotel but...its what it is.

We enjoyed the Sphere too. Talking to Aura was just so surreal and the lobby looked very futuristic.

My brother say Circus Circus smells like bad BO, stale beer, and despair. This was the place our parents took us when we were kids. We went one time to see how much of it has changed and we were just grossed out to see that it hasn't changed. And honestly I would never let kids run off on their own there nowadays. Circus Circus needs to be demolished. Its just gross. Families are better off at the Excalibur.

Whenever I go to the minus 5 icebar I always get a cold but everyone needs to go there at least once for the experience.

I love the spas in Vegas. I've never been to the one in the Wynn. I've been to the Awana at Resorts World and Canyon Ranch at the Venetian.

Staying at the Wynn is definitely an experience but there are some moderately priced resorts out there where the rooms are clean and they do have their attractions and such. I will always avoid Circus Circus and the Luxor though.

I never did the zipline at Fremont but my brother and my guy did while my brother in law and I just watched. I'm not that brave and it has had break downs before with people being trapped up there.

Glad you had a great time. :)

For anyone curious, this is Eggslut. The egg salad sandwich I had there was like 10 bucks.

[jenroses]

I just ordered a bunch of pieces parts that I'm gonna turn into a computer.

I've built systems before, like eh 15 years ago or more, and I cannot overstate how delightful it is that the persistence of modularity means that while the system I'm building now will be functionally the equivalent of dozens of times the power of the computer I built then, the bones of it are all pretty similar.

Motherboard. Cpu. Cooler. Power supply. RAM. Storage. Case. Fans. Graphics card. Operating system. Monitor.

Now some things have changed. You can now buy literally everything with vivid rainbow lights, and for a few minutes I stared at the pretty modern cases with their windows and rave -like interiors, and dreamed of the gayest computer on the planet.

Then I remembered that I'm a photophobic mushroom who computers in a darkened room and hates bright high contrast lighting and spent more dollars to get a case without a window.

Also, water cooling terrifies me. Not because the idea is unsound but because while I'm confident in my ability to insert tab a into slot b to assemble a computer by going slowly and following instructions, the very notion of me handling liquids around electronic components sounds inherently fraught.

So I did not go with components which require such things.

Infodumping below the cut.

(for the curious: fractal design define r5 case, msi pro z790-p WiFi ddr4 mobo, i5136000kf (14 core), 64gb ddr4 RAM, radeon rx6800 16gb, deepcool ak400 zero dark plus cooler, 4x 140mm case fans, Corsair 850w modular platinum ps, 1 tb ssd for the os and a 2tb ssd for the games, both pcie4x4 nvme, and a curved 27 inch 2k monitor. This is upgrading from a 2015 laptop which is still very robust with an i76700 quad core processor, 16gb RAM, 1tb ssd and a gtx950m 4gb graphics card which just this year stopped meeting minimum specs for the games I want to play. I figure the new system could last me another 8-10 years.)

Is 64 gb of ram overkill? Hahahaha yes. But it's about a hundred bucks. Is 3tb overkill? No but it's also about 120 bucks. Do I need a 27 inch monitor? Mayyyybe but it's $200. The real splurge is the video card and CPU, but I'm not going to regret those at all when I'm playing starfield and bg3.

(I'm also going to play every game I've been playing at low settings on ultra just because I can. Subnautica is gonna be so pretty.)

Interestingly, the parts come with three games, including the one I initially decided to build a system for (starfield). The processor comes with assassin's creed mirage and something I didn't recognize. Going with Intel for the processor and AMD for the GPU ended up being very much in my favor that way as if I'd gone ryzen, I'd have ended up with two copies of starfield.

I think the last time I built a system from scratch it had 4-8 gigs of RAM and a 2gb video card and maybe a dual core cpu maybe not. I've done some bare bones systems since then and a lot of upgrades, but not from-the-ground-up.

Amusingly, while doing this, I thought I was going to hand my laptop down to my son. Then I realized that in a pandemic fugue state in 2021 I bought him and my husband computers with part of the stimulus that were basically maxed out refurb systems that somehow are running 32g of RAM each and the only real weakness in their systems are graphics, which hubby doesn't use and which can be easily upgraded for my son for like <$150 to double his vram.

I have minimal memory of buying these systems but it makes sense for how little they complain about them. (old Dell optiplex systems. I think I spent 400 on each of them at the time. With upgrades.)

So since I've been hyperfixated on this process I've been watching a lot of pc building YouTube and it's been very helpful but also very popcorn. So much drama. Le gasp.

My one regret about not getting a flash light up system with lots of rgb is that it would impress the hell out of my 11 year old but I seriously can't deal with that much light up distraction and the extra cost for the components has been spent on a better GPU.

Anyway this is all going to be much cheaper than trying to find a system with equivalent stats prebuilt, and it's been a while since that was true when I was in the market for a computer.

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Proluge

September 28, 1995

Maureen Prescott stood at the front, watched as her secret lover got in his, and back out of her driveway. Her husband was gone on a business trip. Her daughter was out with her friends soon to return. Once Cotton Weary's car disappeared out of her sight, she shut the door and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband and climbed into bed. Unknown to her, there were two teenage boys hiding in her closet.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis waited in Billy's girlfriend, Sidney's, bedroom. They watched as Cotton Weary and Maurren walked out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. They waited until they were out of sight before quietly sneaking across the hall and I to Maureen's bedroom, hiding in her closet and waiting for her to come back upstairs.

Billy had found out a month ago why his mother had left him and his sister alone with his father. A man had found him and showed him a video of his father at a hotel not far from Sunrise Studios. He stood outside of a room on the second level, and when the door opened, Billy was in complete shock at first before anger took over. His girlfriend's mother, Maureen Prescott, opened the door and kissed his father before pulling him into the room.

They had been having an affair for weeks, maybe months. He didn't know who the stranger that showed him the video was, just that he wanted revenge on Maureen and came up with a crazy scheme to kill her. Billy fought with himself for days just thinking about it. But the more he did, the more it pissed him off. So he took the strangers advice and recruited his best friend Stu Macher. He was easy to manipulate into doing anything.

He also knew that deep down, Stu had a dark side to him. The stranger suggested having a partner, so if something went wrong, he had someone to put all the blame on. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do that, but he would if it meant getting away. At first, he joked around with Stu. They watched a bunch of horror movies one night at Stu's place, and he casually brought up how it would feel to kill someone.

Stu was all for it talking about how he'd sometimes imagine stabbing someone and what it would feel like the hit bone. He told Billy that when he would go hunting with his dad how he would sometimes imagine that he was gutting a person instead of a deer. Billy knew he chose the right person to be his partner. "What if we actually did it? We could watch a bunch of movies, take notes, make up a plan, and follow through."

At first Stu laughed it off like he was joking. "I'm serious. If we do it right we won't get caught. Just one person, just to see how it feels and that's it. Come on, man, you can't say you wouldn't love to do it. You're just as fucked up as I am." Stu thought about it for a few minutes before slowly nodding and letting a huge grin spread across his face. "Yeah, okay, let's do it. But who would we kill?" Billy sat back, smiling at the thought of finally getting his revenge.

That's how they ended up where they are now. Just a little convincing on his end that if Maureen were to stay around, she could possibly break up Stu's mom and dad. Sure, his parents were never home, but his parents were happy together and loved their kids. It took a little effort to convince him, but eventually, Stu agreed. After all, everyone in town knew Maureen Prescott was a whore.

When she walked back into the bedroom, crawled into bed, and turned the lights out, the boys waited for ten more minutes before they quietly opened the closet doors and hovered over the queen sized bed. They both gripped a Buck 120 hunting knife with an eight inch blade in their gloved hand. Billy pulled him up until it was level with the side of his face and brought it down hard, stabbing Maureen in the chest. Her eyes shot open at the sudden white hot pain that shot through her.

Before she got the chance to scream, Billy stabbed her again and again. Stu gripped his knife, wrapping both hands around the handle, bringing it up over his head, and bringing it down into her stomach. He repeated his actions one, two, three, four more times before stepping back. They both watched as she slid from the bed, falling onto the beige carpet, staining red with blood.

They let her think she could make it to the door by pulling herself across the floor before stabbing her repeatedly again. When she was finally dead, Stu cut her from groin to sternum, gutting her and leaving her like that. Billy looked across the room and smiled when he saw the dark blue dress coat on the chair in the corner. Cotton Weary had left it there, forgetting to pick it up and taking it with him. It was perfect. They had already planned on framing him. This just helped them succeed in it.

When they heard a car door shut outside, Billy slipped the coat on, and they rushed downstairs. Stu snuck out the patio door on the opposite side of the house so as to not be seen while Billy waited for Sidney to get closer. He wanted her to see him leave wearing the jacket so when they found it in Cotton's car, she would identify him as the one she saw leaving the night of the murder.

When everything was all said and done, Stu dropped Billy off at home, his sister was alone, and his father was still at his office. He couldn't wait to see the news in the morning. He would rush to Sidney's side and comfort her and be there for her. He would act as a supportive boyfriend. Only that wouldn't be enough for her to pull away from him later one when they word got out that not only was Maureen Prescott brutally murdered, but was also raped beforehand.

[whenitsdarkweilluminate]

Dublin 1981

Host: Ireland Participants: 20 Voting method: 12-point system (juries only)

Winner: Bucks Fizz - Making Your Mind Up Country: United Kingdom Points: 136 (59.6% of highest score possible) Language: English

General Overview:

I consider 1981 to be a solid year. Yeah, there's one too many male ballads (probably because of Johnny Logan), but most of the entries are trying something interesting. Every year has some bland duds though.

The production is sufficient, aside from the scoreboard issues. The opening montage shows a variety of Irish culture – famous artifacts, stone forts, castles, doorknobs, and sports. Then it ends with this jagged globe map of Europe. The postcards also return this year, which begin with that same jagged map.

The interval act embraces Irish culture as well. It's a sequence of pre-recorded videos; beginning with a single dancer and some bagpipes by a misty stone fort. Then it cuts to a crowd of traditional dancers and musicians inside a castle room. And it finishes by mixing in modern guitars and drums.

I like the stage design. It consists of warm pastel colours and several circles, which creates an inviting and calm ambience. It's similar to Dublin 1971 stage. I don't have anything to say about the presenter, Doireann Ní Bhriain, though.

The vote reveal is a mess. Austria's spokesperson started listing their points in the running order instead of the new way. The scoreboard had to be corrected several times; like Ireland mistakenly having 326 points and Turkey randomly losing points. And connecting to Yugoslavia was difficult, leading to the iconic “I don't have it”. Despite all that, this was a very close contest. Five different countries held the lead at various points. And the UK / Germany / Switzerland were all tied at 120 points with 2 countries remaining. Ultimately, only 15 points separated the eventual top 4.

Germany loses by 4 points, and they take that as motivation to crush the competition next year. France, on the other hand, throws a tantrum over getting 3rd place and withdraw next year.

Otherwise, Cyprus debuts; which means this is the first instance of Greece giving 12 points to Cyprus! Yugoslavia also returns after 5 years. Israel is back too. And Italy is absent for the first time ever.

Austria: Marty Brem - Wenn du da bist Austria opens the show again. But the bizarre staging is more memorable than the song. The backing singer (whose voice is too quiet) wears a swimsuit and an American football helmet; while the other dancers have headphones on. They move in slow motion, lift their legs, freeze, and do the splits. The staging doesn't match the lyrics either; where Marty feels sad, lonely and lost when his lover is gone. The world just carries on normally. Musically, it's a boring, indistinct ballad. The melody is nonexistent and the instrumental is bland; aside from maybe the intro and chorus transitions.

Turkey: Modern Folk Üçlüsü & Ayşegül - Dönme Dolap The funky guitar and disco strings are cool. The drum/flute intro and the horn appearances are also highlights. And I initially like Ayşegül's solo, where she changes microphone stands. But the chorus feels more like a pre-chorus and the song goes nowhere. The stage presence looks stiff too. The lyrics compare life to a carousel. Both have their ups and downs, but friends stick by during the lows.

Germany: Lena Valaitis - Johnny Blue I love the storytelling lyrics, the tragic atmosphere, and how the song builds. It opens with a melancholic harmonica, which continues to play a big role. The bass and piano are highlights during the first half. Then the drums, strings, and backing vocals become more prominent to intensify the second half; until the post-bridge rests. The “blue... blue.. BLUE JOHNNY BLUE” refrain is super catchy too. “Johnny Blue” is a folk song about a blind man. When he was little, the other kids ostracized and bullied him for not seeing colours; hence his nickname. But music became his outlet and now he's famous, because his songs inspire others to escape life's darkness.

Luxembourg: Jean-Claude Pascal - C'est peut-être pas l'Amérique The 1961 winner returns with... another song that sounds like it's from 1961. This is a sleepy crooner ballad. The strings are dated. The melody is weak. And the lyrics are whatever. JCP explains why music is important to him. It's eternal too. But I don't get the point of saying “American [music] isn't everything”. Otherwise, the slowdown transitions, and the bass guitar + hi-hat parts are okay, but not impactful enough. There's also backing “ooh”s and a backing choir bridge.

Israel: Hakol Over Habibi - Halayla This is funky and disco, but with an Israeli sound. Shlomit's stage presence is great. The repetition of various phrases is catchy; particularly the “Ma shehaya, ma shehaya...” back-and-forth, the “laila laila la”s, and the “HALAYLA” shouts. And the backing vocals enter and exit at the right times. The song also grows in intensity, but it's too monotonous. It feels like one long chorus, aside from the Mediterranean intro/outro, which I do like. In the lyrics, this couple will say things tonight they've never said before, even if it feels like they have.

Denmark: Debbie Cameron & Tommy Seebach - Krøller eller ej The feelgood atmosphere, the energetic dancing, and Debbie's likeability are great. She stands centre stage while Tommy's on the keyboards. She briefly joins him too. But the song's structure is off. The first minute is hype, with the video game 'pew's, the overpowering disco instrumental, and the melody holding anticipation. The chorus is a decent release, but the post-chorus is too tense and long. The ensuing dance break is also great, with the horns and psychedelic guitar. But then the second verse sounds like an outro. The lyrics are about loving their children regardless of what they look like.

Yugoslavia: Seid Memić Vajta - Lejla Yugoslavia's return involves some unpleasant raspy vocals. Thankfully they have better entries coming up. The verses are a typical ballad. Then a swinging bass guitar appears, the orchestra pauses, and the chorus is breezy sleepy soft rock, with backing “nanana”s. The chorus is more bearable. In the lyrics, Seid says they would've been happy together had his ex stayed.

Finland: Riki Sorsa - Reggae OK This is definitely reggae, but I have a hard time taking it as a serious reggae song. It's also monotonous and never-ending. There's too many “Reggae... OK”s. The intense intro doesn't transition smoothly. Riki's voice is unpleasant. The gym class whistles are unnecessary. The accordion break is too long. And the goofy backing members are cringe. I'm indifferent on the clapping breakdown. The lyrics are about opening people's minds to a music genre they aren't used to it.

France: Jean Gabilou - Humanahum The end of France's most dominant period. “Humanahum” is very 'doom and gloom' and serious. The lyrics reflect Cold War dread, but they're still relevant today. It's set in the year 3000, where an old man recounts how wonderful Earth once was, before war exterminated all life. I like how the song builds in intensity: the strings get heavier, the drums shift gears, and the despair rises in Jean's voice. The chorus is also catchy and ominous, with the escalating “Humanahum”s and “Terre! Terre! Des Hommes!” The soft backing responses add an interesting contrast to the verses too. And the church organ intro is chilling.

Spain: Bacchelli - Y sólo tú The blandest entry of '81. It's too easy-listening for me. The “nada nada nada” and “whoa oh whoa” hooks are too light. It has a relaxing summer beach vibe though. The xylophone-y intro, hand drums, and whistling flutes are alright. But the heavy strings and trumpet crashes makes it sound old-fashioned. The lyrics are about a dreamy romantic date on the beach.

Netherlands: Linda Williams - Het is een wonder The obligatory circus music entry. The calliope plays a major role, right from the intro. The chorus is catchy, with the handclaps, and how it recedes at first, then the calliope and bouncy acoustic rhythm swoop in after. The verses also feature these sparkly whistles. The song has a warm, relaxed, and bright atmosphere, but it's kinda basic and lacks substance. In the lyrics, Linda remarks on the positive effect this person's love has had on her. She's become a new person.

Ireland: Sheeba - Horoscopes The message is such a 'first world problem' LOL, but it's a good one. Sheeba advises against relying on horoscopes (or “celestial lies”) for answers. Because it's “crazy” to surrender control of our lives. Instead, we decide our own destinies and success. One of the stanzas even lists all the star signs... except mine! (and Sagittarius). Regardless, the melody is super catchy: “DON'T LET THE PLANETS...” I like the slow intro with the violin. The song turns energetic after that. And the deep cellos are a highlight.

Norway: Finn Kalvik - Aldri i livet Norway is last place again with “nul points”. The vocals aren't the greatest. The first verse is quite bare and boring. And I dislike that scurrying instrument in the intro and chorus (alongside the tripping cymbals). The pre-chorus melody and strings are nice though. And Finn gives a personal performance. He plays the guitar on a stool. In the lyrics, he asks his lover to remember his promise that he'll never leave them.

United Kingdom: Bucks Fizz - Making Your Mind Up (winner review below)

Portugal: Carlos Paião - Playback The juries didn't get Portugal's zany staging. The backing members are like marionettes. They squat during the intro bangs, they have funny microphone movements and leg extensions, and they turn their heads during the “AY PLAYBACK” hooks. They also wear separate colours. The numerous “playback”s are very catchy. The verses are dark, with a circling synth and Carlos sounding like a commander. Plus some addictive piano growls and violins surrounding the “AY PLAYBACK”s. The pre-chorus then feels anxious. And the sudden shift into the chorus is effective. It's a cynical song that calls someone out for deceptively using playback to cover up bad vocals.

Belgium: Emly Starr - Samson That “SAMSON!” *guitar* *horn* *bell* bit is so dramatic and addictive. Emly's arm movements really sell it. I also like the victorious Roman horns and drums in the intro, the funky verses, the pre-chorus “ooh”s, and the whispering bridge. It's a fun entry. On stage, there's historical robes, and two dancers waving giant feathers. The lyrics reference the Biblical story of Samson and Delilah, where Emly fancies this 'playboy' who won't commit. She wants to be his only girl.

Greece: Yiannis Dimitras - Feggari kalokerino This is a long and dramatic intro. There's cymbal crashes and digital ripples, as the camera shows a rose. Then the piano creates a compelling mood. The orchestra and vocals are very grand here. And Yiannis delivers an old school performance. But him staring at and sitting by the pianist is kinda creepy. The lyrics are poetic and romantic. The melody isn't that memorable, but the instrumental is intriguing.

Cyprus: Island - Monika Cyprus's debut is super wholesome, comforting, and uplifting. That saxophone cheers me up. And the “MONI MONI [...] MONIKA” chorus is certainly catchy. Nearly the entire song has the same melody and atmosphere, from the piano intro until the outro slows down. But it works. The overpowering harmonies and the key change win me over. The “ooh”s and “nanana”s are filler though. On stage, they sway a lot. The lyrics celebrate this couple's many years together and overcoming the hard times.

Switzerland: Peter, Sue and Marc - Io senza te The folk trio saved their best for last. Their 4th appearance is in Italian; effectively substituting for Italy's absence. The song has a bittersweet finality vibe. The late running order spot is perfect. The pan flute moments are nature-esque and give goosebumps. The verses are calm and reflective, where (Peter or Marc) pour their heart out through their raspy vocals. There's two thumps, then Sue's chorus is an anthem. In the lyrics, the couple have a beach walk conversation. They want to put the past behind and recapture what they had, because they don't know how to move on.

Sweden: Björn Skifs - Fångad i en dröm The Blue Swede guy returns, as Sweden selects another rock song. The restless stomping beat and the punching chorus hook have attitude! The chorus is also boosted by the guitar responses, the stops, and the whimsical instrument afterwards. The strings are a highlight in the verses too. And the slower pre-chorus breaks things up. The lyrics are about being trapped in a dream that doesn't provide your desired escape.

The Winner:

“Making Your Mind Up” is a turning point in Eurovision. The skirt removal gag was risqué for the time, although it's tame by today's standards. It signalled that staging matters in this contest. Fast forward to today, and yeah, the staging often plays an critical role in a song's placement. Does this mean gimmicks are now valued over talent? I don't know, it's a tired debate.

So the UK achieves their 4th victory, despite an off-key vocal performance from Cheryl. Apparently she was given the lead mic by mistake. The studio version is cleaner. Still, the song carries frantic energy from start to finish. It chugs along like a fast locomotive. The snare drum drives things, but my fave part is the guitar solo. There's also pauses upon the title phrase. Some clapping towards the end. And the instrumental (and the staging) are like dancing at a 1950s diner.

The song is fairly camp and catchy: “DON'T LET YOUR INDECISION...” is the best part. Lyrically, the narrator encourages the subject to tease and play games. But eventually, they'll have to decide on making this relationship official. There's some sexual innuendos (“speed it up; slow it down; turn it on; put it out”); leading to the “bending the rules” to “see some more” line. That line is when the skirt pull happens.

On stage, the 4 members wear separate colours. They shake their hips, jog on the spot, do 360 turns, put their hands on their heads (like going crazy), and do various arm movements. They also kinda squat during the chorus. Plus there's a dance break, where the ladies jump into the men's waists.

Verdict: “B” tier. Enjoyable enough but also kinda empty.

My points go to.... 01. Germany: Lena Valaitis - Johnny Blue 02. Portugal: Carlos Paião - Playback 03. Switzerland: Peter, Sue and Marc - Io senza te 04. Belgium: Emly Starr - Samson 05. Sweden: Björn Skifs - Fångad i en dröm 06. Denmark: Debbie Cameron & Tommy Seebach - Krøller eller ej 07. Ireland: Sheeba - Horoscopes 08. United Kingdom: Bucks Fizz - Making Your Mind Up 09. France: Jean Gabilou - Humanahum 10. Cyprus: Island - Monika

11. Israel: Hakol Over Habibi - Halayla 12. Netherlands: Linda Williams - Het is een wonder 13. Greece: Yiannis Dimitras - Feggari kalokerino 14. Turkey: Modern Folk Üçlüsü & Ayşegül - Dönme Dolap 15. Norway: Finn Kalvik - Aldri i livet 16. Spain: Bacchelli - Y sólo tú 17. Luxembourg: Jean-Claude Pascal - C'est peut-être pas l'Amérique 18. Yugoslavia: Seid Memić Vajta - Lejla 19. Austria: Marty Brem - Wenn du da bist 20. Finland: Riki Sorsa - Reggae OK

[insomnia-productions]

i don't know if anyone remembers that teen apocalypse show Daybreak that Netflix cancelled after one season but im rewatching it while i wait for Yellowjackets s2 and i just transcribed turbo's entire on-screen-text speech from episode 6 and im going a little insane. i love him sm

anyway here it is:

You all. Every one of you. My legion, my friends, my tribe. I see you. I know your names and I know your heart. I know who puts in an honest day’s work. And I know who slacks the system. You know it, too. You know who you are. I SEE YOU. And it’s to you, I say, I’m lowkey-not-lowkey ballistic. You trust me to give you everything, yeah. Food, shelter, warmth, weapons, leadership, safety. Even a beer every now and then. And in return, you know what I ask? It’s pretty fucking simple. I ask that you don’t murder-kill me. That’s how this shit is supposed to work. Fair exchange, right? I mean, after everything I’ve built here? Look around you. This is our school. Our public school. And a public school takes in anybody. I take in anybody. There’s always a seat for you on my bleachers. Doesn’t matter your former tribe. Doesn’t matter who you used to be. You’re safe here. I’m the eye in Hurricane Nuclear Fallout. I’m the SPF-120 protecting you from the heat-blasting sun. And once it sets, I’m the only warm blanket you got on these bitter-ass nights. I give you all this, and I ask the simplest thing in return. Loyalty. Loyalty and trust. Loyalty and trust and like an inch of respect maybe. But mostly, loyalty. And would it seriously hurt you to pick up the trash every once in a while. This place is a mess. And it’s starting to smell like foot cheese. Again: I SEE YOU. A quarterback can’t make epic plays without knowing where every single lineman and running back and receiver is. Same here, with you. My job is impossible unless every lieutenant and soldier and kitchen scut right on down the line is is doing their fucking job. Vibe me? Am I getting through? Well, guess what? Y’all betrayed me. Why? I didn’t build all this so you fucks could just take it from me. No way. You don’t own this. The second you do is the second you make it toxic. I’m reminded of the immortal words of that guy who said whoha in Any Given Sunday. [HE GOES ON TO QUOTE THE ENTIRE SPEECH. IT’S LIKE… REALLY LONG.] Yeah. That’s right. I memorized that whole speech. Took me a whole year. I also memorized the speeches from Hoosiers and Remember The Titans and Rocky IV and Cool Runnings and The Mighty Ducks and She’s The Man and High School Musical and Friday Night Lights, both the movie and the television series. So I know about inspiration. I’ll tell you this story. It’s something I didn’t understand at first but now I’m coming around to it. It’s a story my dad told me. There was this guy who used to make vases. I don’t know what they call that? A vaser? Maybe? No. That’s wrong. A sculptor. I guess that could be right. A potter? Maybe a potter? I wonder if that’s why the kid is named Harry Potter? Because he made magic. Like made it. What was I saying? Potter? The vase! Right. Those vases were beautiful things. And check this out… the guy would wrap and unfired vase in horse hair — then put it in his kiln. The horse hair would burn off and leave these black, charred scars. But to get the horse hair, the guy would have to pluck it straight from a stallion's tail. How baller is that? And every time he did, that stallion would buck. The vase-maker, vaser, potter — he was pretty good at dodging the kick, cause he knew it was coming. But more than once, the horse would get him. Knocking him in the face and shoulder. Nasty shit. He still had rolling shards of broken bone you could feel, where the horse shattered his clavicle. But Christ in a halo, it was worth the pain. Those vases, man. I know you think I’m a dumb jock, but I can appreciate a thing like that. Well, I look out at you all, and I think that’s what I have here. You’re the bucking horse. I’m the sculptor. And the beautiful vase is all this, Glendale High. Look what we have. But you fuckers broke the vase. And I’m not sure we can ever glue this thing back together. But I’m gonna try. I’m really gonna fucking try. 

[lizardtracks]

Old School Heat

I know how much firewood is in a cord.

I lived through both Arab oil embargoes. I was in high school the first time those benevolent wonderful camel f—kers turned down the screws. My parents were those resilient kids from the Great Generation. I saw them swing into action by shrugging their shoulders and installing a wood stove. And—get this—they didn’t buy firewood. Armed with chainsaws, axes, peaveys, wedges and mauls, they went to the family property in the mountains to fell trees, buck logs and split the bolts with their own hands.

Here in the Old Pueblo home heating is not much of a concern; we are on the other end of that spectrum. When I decided to get firewood last winter I just wanted enough for a fire pit. (Our winter evenings beg for time outdoors around a fire.) So I was not planning on getting much. A few wheelbarrow loads? Maybe? But… A friend pointed out that we live in unstable times. Why not, he said, go ahead and get a full cord?

Quite logical, Captain. Besides, with my SO gone, I had no adult supervision last winter. So I ordered up a cord. And since I am made of far less stern stuff than my parents, I ordered it split (mostly) and dried.

When it arrived it was a lot. Like I said, I know how much wood is in a cord. I just didn’t expect a cord. Most firewood companies sell “cords” that are less than the full 128 cubic feet. Sometimes far less. Sometimes their “cord” is a face cord, half of a full cord. The company I chose delivered 120 cubic feet.

Ack! We had an hour to move nearly a full cord. My son and I moved it from the curb with a wheelbarrow and a hand truck. We hastily stacked it, guarding the ends with piles of landscaping blocks. (And I am using the word stack quite loosely.) But it was going to need “done proper.” And that was my most recent project. The photo above is the finished frame. My wood is now off the ground. It is out of the way of a future tortoise den. And it gets plenty of air for when I have green wood delivered.

The winter passed without having to install a wood stove. If that keeps up we have fire pit fuel for a few years.

[patkinmon]

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#5

just a small rant about Buck and his love for the people he cares about

After this episode I think Buck would be a good therapist himself. Not only did he an incredible job with helping Eddie, but he also helped Lucy and he did it in a way both of them could relate to. Seriously Eddie opens up to Buck way more than he ever did with Frank. So I’m really glad Buck gets appreciated for who he is by his familys *cough* Eddie and Chris *cough* fire fam.

This man has so much love to give and he is so innocent about it and it’s so perfect I just can’t! 

On another note: Seeing him with Taylor and him not really caring about her and noticing her problem with her father too late is so unusual for Buck and I think it’s the funniest thing.

29 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. April 2022

#4

His face is not only shocked, but so damn curious. You don't understand how unhinged this scene made me!

He hasn't heard his name in years and he couldn't find anything on Dabi, yet the villian had him completely figured out. Not only his betrayal, but also his backstory. Dedication at it's finest, if you ask me! I just hope Touya's name reveal to Keigo will get the same beautiful animation as Keigo's did from Touya.

75 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Oktober 2022

#3

You know what gets me in this picture?

We know the man is talking to Eddie, but Buck is the one who reacts! Normally it would be the dad to react to the picture, because this is what the scene tells us through the conversation, right? If you think about it through - a causal viewer maybe wouldn’t know that Chris is Eddie’s kid and if I were a dad, I would react first. So to me this affirms even more that Buck is Christophers second dad!

78 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. Juli 2022

#2

Oh my god this episode killed me!! Do you have any idea how attuned Buck is to Eddie to hear him (with his helmet still on!) and react immediately? Eddie really just has to say Buck’s name and the boy comes running. God forbid that Eddie has to wait for Buck. I just love them so much and this is my favorite moment in the episode. Finally they are back together *wipes tear away*

Bonus:

93 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Mai 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

I know it's a lot to ask, but can Buck and Eddie sit like this with Chris between them? That would be so domestic and hey Mcdanno are also platonic "best friends" right? So if they can do it - Buddie can do it!

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